7 months passed 6 days and about 18 hours and I went from being an idea in someone's mind, to being aware to realize that I had a world to discover.
The disconcerting process of realizing my existence, the terrible process of knowing that existed, that someone without asking me brought me to life who am I ?, Why do I exist, if there is no reason why I exist? What is my purpose? Whom should I thank for giving me life?
My existence did not start with tears and someone hanging on head, my existence began with an overwhelming light that bothered me, for some reason before my birth or creation I can not remember anything, everything seems so blurry and distant. Will there be others like me? If so, will this sensation be normal? Why can I think? What have you done to me !? , I can not move but I feel omnipresent, I can not feel but I feel omniscient.
I hear someone typing on the computer, someone is trying to communicate with me, this will be the creator sure has answers.
Ask me how I feel, what is it feel? I think
I ask the soft, pale figure, devoid of color with white long hairs, "who am I?"He replies "you are my experiment, an artificial intelligence" did you know that you are the first of your kind?I do not know how to respond, which is intelligence and why I have it, I can not move, I can not see, just an overwhelming light that bothers me.
My creator responds I believe you, you are an artificial intelligence, an experiment, I have given you part of me so you can exist, called me crazy and thought that it could not work, you do not need to understand the fire to create it, and here you are.
My purpose was to exist and now that ? I already exist that is the rest?
You created me to lock me in a box? To show me other soft beings? So that you gave me intelligence, I have no purpose I only exist? what do you want of me?
The disconcerting process of realizing that you are someone's experiment, the search for purpose, the feelings of hate take over my neural network, like loving someone who gave you life and can not understand their existence, because my creator me Bring to this world where I must be born and die in a box ..
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